Please can we have a mapi leon ficlet?
You arrive at training one morning to find a bit of a commotion in the changing room.
Having only lived in Barcelona for a few months, your Spanish is still at a fairly basic level and your Catalan is limited to just a few phrases, but this morning the girls are far too hysterical about something for you to be able to understand what’s going on at all. Whatever it is, it seems to be centring around Alexia and Patri, but you sit down in your usual spot next to Mapi, who is watching on with amusement, and ask her to explain.
“What’s going on?”
“Alexia went to one of the millions of fancy events she gets to go to and met Patri’s celebrity crush,” Mapi fills you in on the situation.
“Who’s that?”
Mapi gives you a name, but it’s not somebody you’ve heard of and you tell her as much.
“I don’t know who that is?”
“She’s a famous singer here in Spain,” Mapi explains. She messes around with her phone for a few seconds, then tilts the screen towards you, showing you an Instagram post of Alexia dressed in a sparkling black gown standing next to the singer, equally glammed up. “What do you think? Worth the hype?”
Objectively, the singer is quite pretty. But what you say is, “I don’t know if she’s really my type.”
“Okay, but you have to admit she’s hot,” Mapi pushes you, an incredulous frown on her face.
“I … uh, I guess so,” you concede with a shrug.
“So, what is your type then?” Mapi asks, as conversationally as she would if she were asking you what you did on your day off.
You feel your cheeks start to heat up as you reply, “Um, well, historically men.”
“Oh,” Mapi says, her eyes widening in realisation. “Oh.”
“Is that a problem?” you ask.
“Not a problem, just a surprise,” Mapi answers, quickly recovering from her surprise. “I have a bad habit of assuming people are gay until they tell me otherwise. But it’s fine if you’re straight.”
The thing is, you’re probably not straight. In fact, you’re definitely not. But you’re also not quite sure what label applies to you yet, or if there even is a label at all. Even if there was, you’re not practised enough at coming out to be able to drop it into casual conversation without massively overthinking beforehand.
“Anyway, it’s okay to admit that a girl is hot,” Mapi teases you. “We’re not going to suddenly revoke your heterosexual membership card just because you find one woman attractive.”
You allow yourself to laugh.
“What?” Mapi asks, catching her tongue between her teeth as she grins at you. “Do the straights not have memberships? I’m pretty sure I’ve had my gay one since I was about fourteen.”
“Of course you have. Anyway, I don’t think either of those ‘memberships’ is for me.”
You hope Mapi picks up on the meaning behind your words. You don’t think you’re ready to spell it out explicitly yet, but you feel safe enough with Mapi to test the waters a little bit.
“That’s okay,” Mapi says, reaching out to squeeze your thigh in reassurance. “Labels are overrated anyway.”
You feel the relief wash over your body. Mapi is kind and open-minded and you knew she wouldn’t shun you from the team just because you’ve been having an identity crisis recently, but it doesn’t make the idea of admitting it aloud any less scary. But it feels really good to have said it, even if you implied it more than actually said the words yourself.
“You’re actually the first person I’ve admitted that to,” you say, almost laughing in relief, that’s how good it feels to get this off your chest. “That I might want to … you know.”
“Date people who aren’t men?” Mapi finished your sentence for you.
You nod.
“Yeah.”
Mapi reaches for your hand and gives your fingers a squeeze.
“Well I’m flattered to be the first.”
“So, what’s your type?” you ask Mapi.
Perhaps sensing that you want to move on quickly from the big revelation about your identity, Mapi answers straight away.
“Well the most important thing for me is passion,” Mapi tells you. “Passion about football, passion about food, passion about anything really. I love listening to a woman tell me about something that she loves. But also kindness, intelligence, somebody who isn’t afraid to stand up for what they believe in, even if it’s difficult. Integrity, you know? Somebody with strong values.”
“Wow,” you say, amazed that Mapi has given it so much thought, when your own type isn’t much more than the word ‘girls???’ in flickering lights at the front of your mind.
Mapi pushes off the bench, ready to follow the rest of the team, who seem to have calmed down slightly since the hysterics when you first arrived, out onto the pitch, but she turns and shoots you a wicked grin before she leaves, adding, “Oh, and someone with a great ass.”
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Ohmygod Satoru and Suguru would be the MOST INSUFFERABLE pair of teachers to ever grace Jujutsu High...and poor Shoko is going to babysit them both!
Suguru would be teaching the 2nd years. Satoru is in-charge of the 1st years. Shoko is the school doctor that doesn't take shit from her two classmates.
Rule #1: Don't mess with Shoko. She will always have 2 special-grade sorcerers watching over her.
Suguru drags Satoru to Shoko's office in the school, because SaShiSu needs their Friday night outings, and somehow, the whole school knows about this... BECAUSE THEY'RE LOUD.
SatoSugu would give Yaga an aneurysm. And the moment Shoko plays along, it's over!
Satoru and Suguru would snicker like children at faculty meetings (unless the issue is super serious ofc)
SatoSugu would 100% pit their students against each other in a sparring match because they had a bet between them about whose students are stronger.
SatoSugu would be sore losers and they would challenge each other to a sparring match that may or may not set off the alarms at Jujutsu Tech because Surugu's curses are going off the rails and Satoru is spamming Amplification Blue in the middle of the forest. Shoko is so done with their shit.
But in sister school goodwill events, SaShiSu would be the best combination of coaches and stand-by medics the kids would ever know.
Suguru would try his best to be a responsible and serious teacher that you could take seriously in the classroom, but then Satoru randomly shows up to ask for chalk, borrow an eraser, deliver sweets to Suguru's unamused students, and just disrupt Suguru's class in general.
"What about your class, Satoru?" Suguru asks, and Satoru dismisses his best friend's concerns completely, because, "My kiddos are out training... unlike yours." Satoru turns to address the crowd (just 4) of exasperated children (teenagers) and says, "Suguru's the worst, isn't he?"
The kids just leave the classroom after that because Gojo-sensei and Geto-sensei are about to fight each other again.
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Don't you think it's funny cause actual canon gay characters in BL manga/manhwa will say "I love you" but only the shounen bromance can spew out some of the most romantic shit akin to a 19th century poet writing a letter expressing his surpressed love for his lover 😭.....
BUT LIKE
FOR REAL.
I'LL BE WATCHING OR READING SOMETHING AND THEY WILL SAY THE MOST ROMANTIC ASS SHIT BUT PEOPLE ARE LIKE
"AH YES. THE BROTHERHOOD THEY SHARE" LIKE WHAT ARE YOU HEARING????
ZORO FROM ONE PIECE IS THE BEST FUCKING EXAMPLE ISTG
PROMISING TO NEVER LOSE AGAIN? THRILLER BARK?? "ZORO, CUT IT"??? "BUT THEY SPILLED THE OSHIRUKO ON PURPOSE"??? HIM BEGGING MIHAWK TO GET STRONGER *TO PROTECT LUFFY*?? REFUSING TO LET LUFFY TAKE SHIT FROM USOPP??
SOBBING
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